[Verse 1]
It was a birthday gift of a Mexican Telecaster
From this day on I will play along
To all my Young Pioneers records
And there will be a poetry
Spoken silently between me and the stereo
I'll work mornings
And you can work through the night
[Chorus]
Mary, there is no hope for us
If this GM van don't make it
Across the state line
We might as well lay down and die
'Cause if Florida takes us
We're taking everyone down with us
Where we're coming from, yeah
Will be the death of us
[Verse 2]
And I cannot help but hold on
To the handful of times
When what was spoken was a revolution in itself
And what we were doing
Was the only thing that mattered
It was a birthday gift of a Mexican Telecaster
From this day on I will play along
To all my Young Pioneers records
And there will be a poetry
Spoken silently between me and the stereo
I'll work mornings
And you can work through the night
[Chorus]
Mary, there is no hope for us
If this GM van don't make it
Across the state line
We might as well lay down and die
'Cause if Florida takes us
We're taking everyone down with us
Where we're coming from, yeah
Will be the death of us
[Verse 2]
And I cannot help but hold on
To the handful of times
When what was spoken was a revolution in itself
And what we were doing
Was the only thing that mattered
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